Our Kids Will Always Need Therapy. And It’s Okay.

My stern great-grandmother came from Copenhagen around 1890 and married a stern Welsh potato farmer in Northern Maine.  Katinka assimilated totally; they spoke no Danish, celebrated no Danish holidays, ate no Danish foods.  Children were to be seen and not heard.  My potato farmer grandfather Percival (her son), was equally stern.

He mostly repeated the family pattern, and almost finished his job doing so before big cultural changes came.  His children were born at the end of World War II and were young adults in the 60s.  The peaceniks and free love revolution didn’t quite infiltrate rural Northern Maine.  Percy’s kids (my dad and uncles) had farm exemptions from service in Viet Nam; they worked HARD.  They planted, tended, and picked potatoes. They may not have worn beads and protested, but they played HARD. They rigged their cars’ windshield washers to dispense moonshine into their glove boxes and started families earlier than planned.  Ahem.

They really failed at being seen and not heard. Gloriously.  Their kids, my cousins and I, were not expected to be seen and not heard.  We went on family camping trips and had big raucous Thanksgivings.  But still, we were not invited to speak. I’ve had to learn, as a person, to speak up — and unlearn, as a parent, speaki17105275_10156068423693916_1637972395_nng for or over my kids.

Big cultural changes happen quickly now, generation after generation.  Baby boomers, peaceniks, yuppies, gen Xers, generation Y, millenials — technology, gender roles, economic opportunities, the changing shape of the family.

What we learned about parenting, from our parents, is dated.  Historical trends in parenting have changed quickly, and in the last decades they have multiplied, too.  There’s not just Doctor Spock followed by Dr. Sears.  There’s permissive, free range, attachment, mindful, and authoritarian parenting.  And there’s more: religious (conservative or reform?), Adlerian, gender-neutral, tiger moms, geek dads… you see.

Best practices seem to change with the release of each new study.  New digital technologies mean we fly by the seats of our pants.  There’s no way a parent can stay ahead of it all.

But one thing remains steady — when kids, teens, and young adults misbehave, parents are first in the line of blame — l17101738_10156067620438916_1980051568_n.jpgike we operate in a vacuum.  The stakes feel high, and they are. Parents, kids, schools, and the culture at large see parents as responsible for their children’s behavior.

We simply cannot do it “right.” With high stakes, shifting criteria, changing terrain (new technologies, family shape), how could we?  How can we do those “best practices” about to be announced?  I always joked that my kids will need therapy because the standards of parenting change every decade.

But it’s true.

So when we need to course-correct in the funnerfamily, we get an outside contractor  —  a professional to survey the situation, advise, and help make new supports.   Honestly, sometimes we are late to the game.  Like we should have called in a pro six months ago!  haha.  But better late than never.

Often when I tell someone we are seeing a therapist, they respond with pity or sadness or some version of “this too shall pass.”  I think that’s the wrong attitude, frankly.  “The family” and its day to day decision making, traditions, and comforts, just doesn’t move at the same speed, or with the same agenda, as “the culture” with its press toward novelty and innovation.  Bridging the gap requires outside resources!  Haha…

My kids need an orthodontist, I’m not going to even think about doing THAT myself.  I don’t want to be in charge of EVERYTHING!  Our kids need experts.  I’d like to see our kids  invited to speak, and I for one need someone to paint some lines on the road so that I can stay in between “seen and not heard” and “the kids are in charge.”  We will always need professionals — they help me invite my kids to speak.  Our kids will always need therapy… and it’s okay.

I would love to hear about something you wish you had learned earlier, or could unlearn.  Or that your parents had unlearned.  Comment here, and let’s move forward together.  ❤

The Mandatory Carrot: apologize to the principal?

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The Mandatory Carrot – Funnermother.com

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The Mandatory Carrot – Funnermother.com

This time my offering is a question, in the end.  Thing 1 got caught in a “fib.”  Volunteering for lunch, the ladies said to me “Oh, we loved that interview that he did with you about working in the kitchen!  Yeah, it was published by the 5th grade.”  Uh-oh. He never interviewed me.  “Everybody’s talking about his article The Mandatory Carrot!”

If the kids refuse salad, I give them a mandatory carrot slice.  After three weeks, I realized grades 1-3 may not know what “mandatory” means.  So I defined it, now I also call it required, necessary, the minimum vegetable required.  One first-grader has fallen in love with carrots.  Mission accomplished. But back to the article about it.

I called Thing 1 into the school kitchen: “You know what (grand)Pa says about a lie, right?  You always get caught, right? Well, the ladies told me they loved my interview published in the 5th-grade paper…” Goes white, then red.  “We’ll talk later.”  And during lunch, I was extra jovial to ensure he’d eat.  Talked a bit on drive home, then talked with Running Mate and we told Thing 1:  You need to apologize to your teacher.

Hysterical weeping. Can’t we just go with the flow? Move on? I wanted to.  It was painful for both of us. How creative to write fiction instead, it’s still writing. (Remember, I am a DOTING parent.)  But.

Will is a hardass, but you have to come clean.  It wasn’t Will.  Tanya? No; it was  Dorota.  The principal. Yikes.

Running mate suggested actually doing the interview, so he could apologize and hand Dorota the actual assignment.  Hysterics, throwing things.  Eventually he did the interview. But now what?

Is it too much to ask a 10-year-old to apologize to the school principal?  Even at his progressive hippie school where the adults are all called by their first names, the power differential is real, vast, important. Is this humility or humiliation? What would YOU do?